Ode To Anne Frank

• Callum Brown, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

its black, its cold and damp.the world through my eyes is black and white.

Its cold and cramped unpleasent, I remember back to a summer, filled with fun and colour, now it seems years ago, just another thing...ill never see again.

Now me, my family, my people plea, "stop this horror". It's like a terrible dream, I can't wake up.
I try and try, I roll around try to open my eyes. I pinch myself I cry, I weep till I am weak it doesn't seem to work.

My eyes are as red as hot coals from a dying fire no matter how hard i try, there are no tears left in my eyes,all i can do now is accept my faith, its a painful thing waiting for the end of a inevitable fate.

BY:callum S.K Brown